I don't like talking
probaby because my voice was always shut down
hidden
silenced
until I got comfortable in the silence
I'm only heard
where my passions are vibrant
in minds that are reading my work
In past sanctuaries that once welcomed me
my voice touched them with a true angelic Melody
I don't trust people
probably because family and strangers
have been deceitful
abused mentally physically and sexually
that same person you called friend now does talk to me because they want to be pretty
I'm so used to it
I drop them like stale bread
Why has so many answers.
so many stories
experiences behind that why
But but the question is do we allow it to fully take over our lives ? If so Why? If not why ?
YOU ARE READING
My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
